Casey seems to have some tabby-like markings (but not the classic M) on his forehead, but I see no other stripes or spots. He’s a beautiful cat.
One of these mornings, you may find a pussycat in bed with you. In the meantime, dragging a string slowly around the house is mighty hard for a cat to resist.
When I last checked on him, he was still in the closet and looked a little scared, although he didn’t run away. Not that he has a lot of places to run to.
Poor, beautiful baby!
Actually, I think he is part Siamese, because of the red eye glow. Normal cats’ eyes glow a sort of blue-green. Siamese eyes glow red, though. My Luna is a Siamese mix with blue eyes, and hers glow red when you shine a light on them. Katya is not a Siamese, and hers glow blue-green.
Interesting link. My cat has blue eyes that glow red. He was a street stray who moved in, I have no clue about his parentage.
So are live mice. Feeder mice are cheap at pet stores, you could unleash a herd of them in your house…that’ll get Casey moving! 
He is a nice looking cat.
Our Rhiow has golden eyes that glow red, she looks like a white Applehead Siamese, has the Siamese voice and Siamese behaviors. (She’s a wool sucker for example.) We believe she’s of Oriental heritage, which came from Siamese and have the same traits with the exception of points. She doesn’t look like those Orientals, she’s rounder and not so…alien looking. Applehead Siamese are what the breed looked like before they began breeding for the “current” look.
Last night at 1:40 in the morning, I found Casey in my bedroom climbing up a screen attached to one of my windows. I got him down from there and he scurried off somewhere in the apartment and he’s found a very good hiding place now because I have no clue where he is.
There are only a few places he can be actually.
I wouldn’t worry about him not meowing. Our Ricky didn’t make a sound until he was a couple of years old. We wondered if something was wrong. When he first started meowing, it sounded really funny, squeaky and croaky.
Now he talks a lot, when he wants a belly rub, or when we shoo him in from the porch, when he’s watching the birds, when the dog wants in, when his dish is empty, etc.
If he made a noise, I could find him. But he’s done an extraordinarily good job of hiding now. I just wonder where he’s gotten into.
Luna looks more like an Applehead Siamese (well, a fat Applehead Siamese) than the newer Siamese, too.
There are still breeders who breed Applehead, Traditional, or Classic Siamese.
Can he get to anything dangerous? I just remembered a stray kitten I picked up way back when. We put him on the back porch with food, box, blanket, litter box.
There were fishing poles on the porch, and the poor thing managed to catch a hook in the corner of his mouth. We got the hook out without any lasting damage to the kitty, and then we cat-proofed the porch and the rest of the house.
Those poles had been sitting there unused for so long, we didn’t even think about the hazard.
The worst thing Casey could run into would be an old coat. Or maybe have some Christmas decorations hit him. But I don’t have lights or pointy things. There’s just a lot of empty or half-filled boxes in there. Which he no doubts finds very comforting.
Probably does. My kitties love to “nest” in boxes that seem way too small for them to get into- they like curling up in a tight space like that.
When we got our newest cat Amira a few months ago, she was thoroughly scared too, to the point of hiding inside a wall where we had an air vent off. She was a rescue, taken from a dryer vent to a house full of cats to a quiet room in our place. In a few days she was fine, and I’m sure yours will be too.
Well, I will be heading back home from work in about an hour. I can try to figure out where Casey is. If I find that place, I will hide something valuable there figuring that no other person will think to look there.
We had a similar experience with our most recent cat. She had only been dropped off (at 1yo) the day before we got her, and she had been fixed that very morning–with scar and stitches still intact. She was obviously either ignored (best guess) or abused by her previous owners, as well as having absolutely no experience with other cats, so she had problems “bonding” with us, or knowing what to think of the male, stray, unneutered cat that we had adoped about a week earlier.
We had to keep the cats physically separated until 1) the newer cat’s “female” hormones were completely gone, and 2) we could get the male cat neutered, and his “male” hormones were completely gone. We kept the cats in separate rooms in our basement for at least a couple of weeks before we let them really spend time with each other. We still had problems with him trying to “hump” her for a couple of months after that.
We’ve had both cats for almost two years now. The male (who was friendly from the get-go) is very friendly, but still seems hyper-aware of menses in his human females, despite being neutered. The female is much more accepting and friendly, but still a bit skittish around her male co-species, as well as our ADHD son.
I have absolutely no idea where this cat is. I have searched all over my apartment, which isn’t very big.
He can’t have gotten out. There is no open window. I’m starting to get a bit worried.
False alarm. Found him. I never knew such a place in my home existed.
They can get into the damndest places. We once had a really insecure cat. One time when we left for a weekend we put him in a boarding kennel. When I came to get him he was nowhere to be found in the cage. Then I noticed that the wall panel was bulging away from the studs a little. He had pulled the panel loose and crawled behind it into the wall. Apparently he came out to eat and drink but spent most of his time in there that weekend.
Amazing how they can do that, ain’t it? One of my cats ran and hid the first time I fired up my new vacuum cleaner a few weeks ago, and I looked for her for 20 minutes (in a very small apartment). I was reduced to checking such improbable places as the oven and the microwave when she appeared out of nowhere. I still have no idea where she was.
“Cat space”. I read it in a book about cats. Apparently, the author says, cats simply disappear, and no one knows where they go. 
(My cats have a habit of wedging themselves under furniture, and then being unable to get out without assistance.)