I gave my mom last year at work at DR a wonderful fig tree... the size of our cat. They put this miracle of nature to my room, but the cat decided that there should be no plants in my room (and I am completely in solidarity with her in this regard!Therefore, the roasted mouth eaten the bush for a month before the root. Mom a year heated the hope that something else will grow there. The cat, in turn, does not forget a couple of times a month to squeeze the teeth on the remaining dry stool, so that no green shoots have any chance to revive life.
I'm thinking, maybe this year my mom (or more accurately, the cat) will give another ficus? I am amused by this buttle, and I have to pasture somewhere furry cattle... in the bushes of apartment vases, for example!