January. Deep winter. Cold, dark and dreary. The holidays are over and there’s still a month to – Valentine’s Day. Is that the way you feel? Well, it doesn’t have to be that way. January is a great month to relax a little bit every day, wind down with evenfall, light the candles and the fireplace. Pour a bit of port or a nice cuppa tea. And what better place to do that but – The Green Cat Guest House. We’ve got the port, the tea, the chocolate, the candles and the fireplace waiting for you…
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Seattle Repertory Theatre Presents: “Inspecting Carol” a hilarious tale of a theatre company and its production of Charles Dicken’s “AChristmas Carol”
Come to the Seattle Repertory Theatre and see our play! We open just before Thanksgiving – a “backstage” comedy of what can go wrong and- right in putting on a play! go to : www.srt.org for times and tickets!
We’re back from a little respite, we’ve done a little painting and upgrading and looking forward to Halloween and the Holidays!
Next up: Pumpkin bread with blackberry cream. We picked the blackberries in September and made some jam, and voila!
Labor Day weekend at The Green Cat Guest House –
The light is absolutely beautiful this time of year as the sun angles its way south to the Fall Equinox . Everything is tinted a delicate gold. The geese honk their arrival overhead. A fluffy blond baby coyote freezes behind the tall grass as we pass the meadow. Gee they look cute when they’re young. Until they gather in packs and snack on your cat. Frida doesn’t know she’s not the top of the food chain around here. We let her outside until we found her wandering around in the deep woods half an acre away. Leo gets it. He was born at the farm next door and he’s the only kitty I’ve ever met out here in the wilds of western Puget Sound who knows to look up. Who checks the sky for predators before moving out of the cedar grove or a thicket in to the broad fields… Screeee,screeeeee, screee, wheels the bald eagle overhead. Leo’s heard the horror stories of kitty collars found in eagle’s nests. He knows about the fluffy blond baby coyotes. Hear the pack on the ridge yipping merrily? Dinner’s coming.