These guys were about 4 months old in this picture. The middle one, Big, who is now a 20 pound bruiser, was already about 8 pounds in this picture, and already old enough and big enough to have been neutered. Peaches, the mom, only weighed 9 pounds at the time. Plus she had been spayed at about 6 weeks postpartum and was long dried up!
Today the "kittens" are two and a half years old, and I still catch Cookie trying to nuzzle Peaches's tummy!
Actually, Peaches never did kick them away, they just eventually stopped doing it.
Years ago, I adopted a new kitten, Toot, and my old guy, Zebo was not too thrilled. He was especially not too keen on Toot trying to nurse on his fat old belly!
What was even funnier, though, was one day Toot was sitting on the table, purring more loudly than I had ever heard, and he was kneading his paws. He was acting just like he did when he was headed for Zebo's belly, but Zebo was not in the room. I followed his gaze to see what had him so enrapt and realized he was eyeing my shirtless son's um, er, CHEST!