She yells, airborne, landing with a loud flop and bursting into peals of laughter. She cries no no no as he noses his way into that sensitive crook, her squeals drawing attention from the duo of vicious attack cats who jump on the bed and — passively watch the proceedings with their ears cocked back.

Thank you, Rosencrantz and Guildenstern.

"I can — tickle you all I want!"

Tommy's too heavy to push away, particularly when she's breathless with laughter, so she's reduced to flailing defensively.