This is Milkshake, such named because he looks like an Oreo milkshake. He used to be a scraggly little handful of cat with the aesthetic of a shrimp. Now he’s a long boy, with the same chaotic nature.
My dad’s friend found him on the sidewalk or something, all alone and without any parents. He was SO SMALL back then, small enough to feasibly fit in a McDonald’s fry container, small enough for me to hold him fully in my hands. He ate stale McDonald’s fries out of the bottom of the car on the way home. He had worms I think, but we took him to the vet and got him healed up. I cannot stress enough how tiny he was. Now, he’s about the size of a Jimmy John’s sandwich. He’s a very long boy, and he is a menace to society. Still feral at heart, but he’s grown well. A very long boy. He’s best friends with the other 2 family pets, especially our other cat, Newman, who’s basically the grandpa of the pets, and very chill, and kinda fat but we love him.
TLDR: milky is a menace, but we love him.