What the hell kind of name is Inacat?

I was working on a presentation with Andy. I’m not quite sure what it was about, something that had to do with gays. JoAnn wanted to know what our sign said, but I kept it a secret, which drove her nuts. We both went to class. Andy started talking to me about our presentation, most of which I had forgotten or didn’t understand. He reminded me that my name was going to be Inacat. We watched others presenting from above them, and noticed there was a Barbie mall across the street.