This is a picture of my daughter holding an Ugly kitty.  She is a 3+ month old kitten that has lived in a pet store (in a cage) for over a month.  She looks at me each time I go in to buy dog food.  I always think "poor ugly kitty, nobody buys you".

Now, she's a really sweet kitty.  She's the first one to go to the side of the cage when somebody walks buy.  She purrs really loud at the slightest bit of attention.  But, she's ugly.  She's small and skinny.  Her coloration can be described as "splotches".  She's about every color of fur you can think of randomly splotched all over.

Being the sucker I am, I bought her yesterday and brought her home. 

I figured the universe was telling me that the cat was supposed to be with me (at least that is what I told my husband) since she was there for so long.  I gave my daughter the choice of three names for the kitty: Ugly, Karma or Stan.  Not a surprise, she chose Karma.

So, I now have my first cat: Ugly kitty Karma.