Yes, 'inrong'. It's a new word I just coined (and you have the privilege of being the first person to "hear" it). I frequently coin new words. You see, I'm under continuous observation by my feline captors (all hail the great Cat). Therefore, I have to coin new words in order to communicate to others without them understanding (the penalty for disobedience is a strategically placed hairball).
Really? Well, I’ll try to squeeze you in a couple of nights a week, Spunky Senior, but only on the conditions that 1) you understand that the majority of the week I’ve got to be back over at Jane’s place or else she gets feisty, and 2) no matter how good it is, you have to keep yourself from falling in love with me. Boundaries, you see.