Alister - Located in Lower Plenty

Ah, Alistair. A name of dark elegance, donned by a kitten who is, frankly, far too majestic for this plane of existence. We're talking about a tabby boy with the kind of floof that whispers, “yes, I wake up like this,” and little white socks that suggest he’s always en route to a very tiny, very important business meeting. Possibly to conquer a sunbeam. Possibly to attack a feather.

He’s a bit coy, yes. Plays the shy card. Classic move. Looks at you like you’re not even there, then squeaks out the tiniest meow that could melt the heart of anyone. Just when you think he’s ignoring you—bam!—he's purring on your lap or sneak-pouncing your foot like it owes him money.

Playful? Of course. He and his littermates conduct elaborate heists on crinkle balls, mouse toys, and the occasional unsuspecting tail. It’s all very dramatic. Award-winning, really.

Sure, he’s not quite as floofy as his brother Theodore. But honestly, who is? Teddy is basically a living throw pillow with legs. Alistair is fluffier than average, still gloriously soft, and knows how to make the most of it—he’s got a swish in his step and he knows he’s handsome. He is the tabby equivalent of a velvet blazer.

He might sneeze once or twice at the vet (sensitivities, darling—it happens to the best of us), but don’t let that distract you. He’s healthy, smoochable, and has never hissed, growled, or summoned any spirits from beyond the litter box. Yet.

Grew up with mum and the sibling squad, so humans are still a relatively new curiosity—but he warms up fast with gentle words and snacks. Has been known to accept dogs. Will almost certainly judge them.

In short: Alistair is a fluffy, squeaky, part-time shadow demon of cuteness who is ready to wrap your heart around his little white paws. And once he does… well. Good luck ever getting it back.

To meet Alister please apply at www.neko.org.au/adoption-application/
Once your application is reviewed you will be contacted.