McAllister: Dreaming of warmth after a life in the cold!

For two long years, McAllister made a life out of nothing but grit and hope. This bright orange boy survived behind a fast‑food drive‑thru, slipping between crates and hiding near the hum of passing cars, living on scraps and whatever luck offered him. Every night he curled up against metal and concrete, imagining what it might feel like to be warm on purpose, to be fed without scavenging, to be loved without earning it through survival.

Now that he’s safe indoors, you can see the truth he carried through every hard day: McAllister was always meant to be someone’s cat. He leans into gentle touch like he’s memorizing it, purrs with the relief of a boy who finally gets to rest, and watches the world with a softness that somehow survived everything he endured. He wants a home where he can stretch out in sunbeams instead of shadows, where meals arrive in bowls instead of dumpsters, and where he can finally trade survival for belonging.

McAllister is ready for the life he’s been dreaming of — one where he’s not just getting by, but finally getting to live.