The cats are doing well and I have photographic evidence. They are not entirely sure what to do about my ever expanding tummy. Obi Wan sits on my legs and look at me. It's as if she's saying "Where's my lap?"
Quinn has always been more of a next to me cat than an on top of me cat, and so he's not really paying much attention.
Bella has decided that the best attention option is to climb on top of my belly with her legs in my lap and her front paws near or on my chest. This is optimal for petting and getting they eye crud off. She likes it when I scratch her nose the best.