Happy Cat, my other flame-point Siamese nurses all the time. Usually I'll be sitting down in front of the TV, and he will come up to me with his front paws on my pants, and want to jump up on my lap. Once up there he will lay across my lap and begin to knead and nurse my shirt. Happy is a good pet, and I adopted him because of his need to nurse. Remembering at the shelter last winter when I first picke him up out of his cage, he immediately began to nurse my shirt. He is the one of the originals who plays with Chrissie cat's game of chase and ambush. I figure that he was taken from his mom at too early an age, and on some cats, this indellibly marks their memory. Usually I have found that males with this behavior pattern, as objectionable as it is at times, are some of the most lovable furkids. And Happy cat remains one of my favorites.

One time I tried to discourage his need to nurse. I sprayed cologne on my shirt. All this did was make him angry and mistrustful. So, I did not attempt to discourage him any more.