Well, by the time I got Sammy (8 wks) he'd already weaned himself, so it can't be that. He's was the runt, but the feistiest one in the litter. The funny thing was that this giant kitten was still suckling on the mother whilst she sprawled out looking like 'Oh God, I've had enough of this'.

Heh!- I lock Smith in the lounge overnight - I said from day one when we got him - about 6 weeks old - that we should do this, as I didn't want him 'sleeping' with us...

But now, whenever I wake up, I'll immediately let him in, and then it starts. My t-shirt, especially around the underarm, becomes the suckling zone.... accompanied by the loudest, most insistent purring, and drooling suckling...
But the kneading! Jeez! He gets so carried away with it - I'm trying to snooze til the next alarm, then what feels like red hot needles into my arm...!