Neville is a handsome fellow. His fur is slowly growing back from where it was severely trimmed during his veterinary visit. He allows me to pet him and purrs during it; he sometimes sits on my lap. But he won’t suffer my attentions for long. And he is often afraid that I am coming to stick a needle in him, for his insulin.
Even so, he is progressing in his interactions with his resident human. I can certainly get physically close to him. This is how I noticed that while some of his whiskers are white, others are a lustrous grey; a silver, if you will. I think this merely adds to his handsomeness.