Snowshoe's quick to volunteer on holding one of the sloths, carefully reaching out his claws to take it and then letting the little creature move its arms around his neck. Even after it's started wrapping it's arms more tightly around him, Snowshoe keeps his eyes on it, and one hand rested on it's back to keep it secure.

He's still listening though, and his own spikes perk up slightly at the professor's statement about swallowing a hairball.

"Does that mean...you've tried eating one before, professor?"