I was allowed to hold them a few days later, and both the tabby and the calico were doing fine. I don't know what happened to the plain orangie, but the lady said she just found him dead the next morning. I am pretty sure the other two both got homes and are happy now.
When I got to hold them, the little tabby (the one who has his own picture) wasn't very exited. He just sat in my hands trying to get out of his little blanket. The calico (the little escape artist) was the one that loved me though. She sat therer and purred, giving me kitty smooches and then she even tried to climb up on my shoulder.