I long ago worked out that if I sit on top of Ellen's keyboard, she can't do anything about it. It makes her do one of two things:
> she either shoves the keyboard away under her computer (there's a drawer) and allows me to smooch her;
> or she sits back and allows me to sit on her lap while she tries to type.
Either way, I can chew on her wrist. This evening, I sit on her lap as she types this, chewing her wrist. It's a sign of love and endearment, don't you know?