The cat named Engel

I’m a 39-year-old woman who listens to Rammstein in the morning, in the afternoon and at night, Monday through Sunday. I’ve been at it for over ten years, and I don’t mean that loosely: they’re the band that keeps me company all day, every day.

I’ve never had the chance to see them live or to travel to catch them in another country, and that’s still my unfinished business. I don’t collect their merchandise either: no shirts, no vinyl, no pins.

The one thing I have from the band can’t be bought in any store: my cat is named Engel, after the song. It’s my way of keeping them in the house.