So I'm hanging out with Khai on the couch, had him out for maybs an hour. We're kickin back watching the History channel, when I think, "wow he didn't poop or pee on me this time yay!" and of course, these are the thoughts running through his head: "Mwuaha, she believes I won't get her! Here I go, sliding across her chest. Where is her cleavage? There it is! Wait for it, wait for it...*SPEW* BWUAHAHA." argh!! urates and urine all down my chest man, come on! Same spot every single time I have him out what's up with that! I took him out initially to clean up his poopies, and was hoping I'd be safe. I guess at least he didn't poop on me this time