Cats in the City

An Oscar-winning actress went in for routine arm surgery — and woke up with a completely different brain.
In 2007, Mary Steenburgen went to the hospital for a simple procedure on her arm. It was the kind of surgery that is supposed to be forgettable — a minor operation requiring general anesthesia, the sort of thing you recover from in a few days and never think about again.
But when the anesthesia wore off, something was wrong.
Her brain was flooded with music. Not a song she recognized. Not a melody she had heard somewhere. It was original music, playing ceaselessly in her mind, transforming everything around her. Conversations became compositions. Street signs became lyrics. Every sound she heard rearranged itself into notes and chords and harmonies that would not stop.
She described it in her own words: her brain was only music.
At first, it was terrifying. She couldn't focus. She couldn't learn lines. She couldn't act. She and her husband, Ted Danson, were genuinely frightened. No one could fully explain what had happened. Neurologists noted similarities to rare cases documented in Oliver Sacks' book Musicophilia, where brain events can suddenly unlock intense musical perception. But the specific reason Steenburgen's mind had been rewired remained a mystery.
For the first two months, she struggled. The music was relentless, almost suffocating. It consumed every waking thought.
And then, instead of fighting it, she made a decision that changed her life.
She called a musician friend on Martha's Vineyard and asked a simple question: if she came over every day and sang what she heard in her head, could he help her turn those sounds into real songs?
He said yes.
That summer, she wrote hundreds of songs. She didn't know how to play an instrument. She had never written music before. She had spent her entire career devoted to acting — she had won an Academy Award at twenty-seven for Melvin and Howard, starred in beloved films like Parenthood, Back to the Future Part III, Elf, and Step Brothers. Music had never been part of her identity.
But now it was the only thing her brain wanted to do.
She selected twelve of her best songs and sent them to a music lawyer under her mother's maiden name, Nellie Wall. She didn't want to be judged as a celebrity dabbling in music. She wanted to be judged as a songwriter. The lawyer wanted to sign Nellie Wall immediately. When Steenburgen revealed who she actually was, he signed her anyway.
She traveled to Nashville and began writing with some of the city's most respected songwriters, many of them half her age. It was humbling. She has spoken openly about how her first professional writing session was a disaster, how she went back to her hotel and cried, how she wondered what kind of person starts an entirely new creative career at fifty-four.
But she kept going.
For over a decade, she wrote and collaborated and grew. And then, in 2018, a song she co-wrote with Caitlyn Smith and Kate York found its way into the hands of director Tom Harper, who was finishing an independent film called Wild Rose about a young Scottish woman chasing her dream of becoming a country singer. The film needed a song for its emotional climax — the moment when the main character finally understands that home is not something you run from, but something you carry with you.
Harper listened to what Steenburgen and her co-writers had created. The song was called "Glasgow (No Place Like Home)." He said it grabbed him by the heart the moment he heard it.
When performed by actress Jessie Buckley in the film's final scene, the song became the emotional centerpiece of one of the most acclaimed independent films of the year. It won the Critics' Choice Movie Award for Best Song. It was shortlisted for the Academy Award for Best Original Song.
Mary Steenburgen — the woman who had built a forty-year career making audiences feel things through acting — was now making them feel things through music she had never known existed inside her until a routine surgery unlocked a door no one knew was there.
She has said that she didn't fall out of love with acting when the music started. She simply discovered that her brain was capable of far more than she had ever imagined. She has continued to act in films and television throughout her songwriting career, proving that the two halves of her creative life are not in competition but in conversation.
What makes her story so extraordinary is not just the neurological mystery of it. It is what she chose to do with something that could have destroyed her.
She could have treated the music in her head as an affliction. She could have sought only to silence it, to return to the person she was before the surgery. Instead, she listened to it. She honored it. She followed it into an entirely new life, at an age when the world tells most people their best creative years are behind them.
Nobody tells someone in their fifties that they can begin again. So Mary Steenburgen told herself.
Her life is proof that we are never finished becoming who we are. That the most extraordinary chapter of your story might be one you never planned for, one that begins not with ambition but with surrender — the willingness to say yes to something your own mind is offering you, even when it makes no sense, even when it scares you, even when no one else can hear it yet.
The music in Mary Steenburgen's head never stopped. And she never stopped listening.

Sun, Oct 5 🕯️💌
Goodbye Lite♂️, my tilapya. 🐈
Iniwan mo na kami ng kapatid mo. 🐈‍⬛
See you 😘 after life. ⌛✝️

October 1st 😢 Goodbye and see you again after life 💔 our dear Tuxe - Singer 😘🥹

Do you believe in cat distribution like me?
I used to shelter kittens crying during rain showers and return back where I have found it once sunshine shows.

After so many years, when I decide to live alone. My cat encounter story begins...

I have been visited by a very big tilapya cat at home. Make silip and stay beside the opened door. Did not eat neither sleep, just checking my place numerous times.

Then few days after, he disappeared… only to return with a surprise, a pregnant female cat!

Next thing I know, I’m running a cat daycare.

My lively, awesome creature of cats in unique coats 🥰😘😍 alin ang naiba? Haha.

Meet tilapya named "Lite" who comfortably sit like this.

Last night in a fastlane in Bayview Avenue going to Baclaran, I witness a big beautiful with breed dog run over by the jeepney I am riding as passenger. The jeep was already driving fast when the dog unexpectedly jump infront of the vehicle. The dog behaved like never been in the street. And it's too late to stop. The dog was crushed and died from the impact.
It's tragic! And left me brokenhearted.
😓😕😖🤢🤮
My condolences to the pet owner.