Having it pee on your coat is one of the minor irritations of living with a cat. When my family's cat Daisy was old (eighteen) and pretty close to death, she wandered down to the basement one time when I was down there, stood on a fairly expensive and sentimental rug that my mom had laid out down there, positioned herself in a squat, and prepared to spray shit all over the place. I jumped up real quick and had my hand behind her to push her away -- and boom, about two pounds of disgusting feline diarrhea, all over my right arm. I believe I boiled that arm in the bath for about two hours after that.