Kim 'I'm Famous For Being Peed On, Tell Your Kids!' Kardashian had a hard day at 'the office' recently... the office being a free space in which she can post pictures of herself on Twitter while subtly endorsing something other than her ass. This time around, she chose to include a cat in a neck hold, along with this message: "Pic from my shoot (for what, Kimmy? Do tell, FOR WHAAAT??!!) yesterday... good kitty cat!"

This has become a topic for debate on the webbernet, with most condemning her actions. For example, The Sun - a moral compass, despite hurling a pair of oft mutilated baps in your face as soon as page one is turned - offered these thoughts: "Most moggy experts agree that cradling a cat is best, though Kim clearly doesn't subscribe to that view. She looks more likely to throw it off a balcony than snuggle up with it in front of a fire..."

By way of defence, Kim ('s hinternet lackey) posted the following on her site: "I have been getting negative comments regarding the way I was holding the kitty, but rest assured, the owner and vet were on set and showed me how to pick him up. The cat was not harmed in any way and is perfectly fine! I love animals and would never do anything to harm any animals." So, PETA, feel free to offer me something like you did with Khloe (the one that comparatively looks like the Honey Monster). PETA please.

Hate to say it, but as I've got a tiny imaginary gun constantly pointed against my right temple, I've to side with BumCheeks McPiddlePorn here. The Sun are simply in preachy mode; they obviously didn't probe their feline specialist extensively, otherwise they'd know that cats usually land on their feet when fecked off a balcony (entertainment.ie does not endorse the fecking of cats off balconies). And I can't ever recall seeing a mammy cat "cradling" her kittens from place to place, awkwardly nestled in her one of her legpits. They clamp down on the scruff of the neck and haul their load about until the kitten's eyes roll back into its head. That's nature.

Then again, this is coming from someone who found their yearly stockpile of kittens (we couldn't afford to neuter the legion of strays that gravitated towards our gaf in the eighties) so bleedin' cute they twirled them around and squeezed them silly until one puked directly on my face...

So yeah, Kim, best lay off the roughhousing of tawdry euphemisms for promotional purposes, especially if they're cute, furry and breathing... this time around.