James stared for a couple of seconds, wondering if there was some camouflaged garment or doodad that he was supposed to be looking at. The location of Razor’s bellybutton was obvious, thanks to the swirling pattern of his coat alignment in that area, but anything below that was mostly a smooth, featureless sea of purple fuzz, with a bit of pinkish skin partially visible where it was thinner. Really, if it hadn’t been for the folds of skin and his breathing, anyone might’ve mistaken him for a stuffed toy instead of a living creature at first glance.