Neville is very slowly becoming accustomed to me. He associates me too much with being poked with an insulin needle, or having blood drawn from his ears. I am trying to change that by often petting and stroking him.
He likes to have me pet him all the way down his back, and I can start him purring that way. Something I noticed about him is that when he purrs, the fur on either side of his lower jaw vibrates. It’s due to its length, I think, and how it grows. Whatever the cause, it is rather amusing to watch - though I won’t tell Neville that.