Brian and Mark, whom I usually stay with when I'm in San Francisco, just inherited a hairless cat named Tex. I have an aesthetic problem with hairless, as well as orange, cats. They shouldn't look like that. (The accompanying photo is a horrifying example of what I'm talking about.)
However, Tex slept with me all night, so I couldn't be too disgusted by him. And after a while, I was okay with petting him. Just don't ask me to love it.