The boys are home. Wyatt had been renamed by his foster mommy to Kaleio which means voice in Hawaiin, so I'm told. They say he's the louder one.
I don't have pigtures yet. As soon as I took them from the small carrier and put them in their new home, they popcorned like CRAZY. They've never lived on fleece before, either, let alone flame-print fleece.
They're still skittish and scared, but I was able to coax them out of hiding with a carrot, and they found their goodie dish since I left it on the first floor, since they have yet to venture up to their hay loft/kitchen -- despite the trail of KM hay leading up the ramp. They've never had a 2nd story before, either.
My son (2) was kind enough to dump a couple handfuls of hay on the first floor, anyway.
They're happily running laps and playing with their toys, so I think all is good so far.
Still hoping I don't end up with a Houdini (escaping or not!), but so far I'm leaning toward Bashful and Stinky. (kidding on stinky!)