By the time they finally came out from under the house they were probably around 6 or 8 weeks old and had been eating cat food and corncurls and anything else I could think of that they would like. So, once they found their way out, they took off and I never saw them again, and we fixed the foundation so that couldnt happen again!
I have to admit, when they heard me in the bathroom and would stick their little paws up through that hole to greet me, and wrap their little fingers around mine, I would just melt (there was no way they could reach up and bite, the hole was too small) I was glad they survived and were able to go free, but I sure did miss them. I would sit there and listen to them play and then get into a squabble and then play again. After they left it was soooo quite and it took me a few days to get used to the silence, LOL!
It was a great experience to be able to listen to their natural wild ways