I'm sure he will in time.  Right now he has been hiding under the bed
for hours. I hope he is not sulking about Casey or his place in this
house.

He - Brammy - has been something these last few days.  He was
originally named "Bramble" by his foster mom because you look like you
were in Brambles after trying to pet him.  He was never socialized as
a kitten or ever in his 2 1/2 years of life.  He is scared of me.  The
first night he somehow got into the fireplace and is now a gray sooty
cat.

I found little black paw prints all over everything the next morning.
I made a mistake and picked him up and wanted to wipe some of the soot
off of him and he bit me and scratched me badly.
My mistake.  Should never had tried that.  He needs a bathing though
and his claws need clipped something terrible.

I totally ignored him after that and last night he came out from under
the bed and came within 5 feet of me in the living room for a few
seconds.  He continued to explore and eat at night.  Using the litter
box and scratching post.  He is a big boy and very muscular.  He
knocks everything over and is *not catlike* in walking around. He is
so big he is knocking everything over.  I have a floor sisal rope
board for a scratching post. He uses it so hard he drags it around the
floor.

This morning he was out from under the bed.  He called out and Bobby
came running.  The 2 of them were playing chase for a couples hours
and it made me happy because I wanted a companion for Bobby after
all.  He lost his brother only 4 weeks ago and has been lonely.

I hope this works out.