Our last house had a fig tree. My human and her boyfriend planted it as a twig and it grew like mad. Clearly, this had a lot to do with my human’s boyfriend and the gardeners and not much to do with her. But she has always wanted another fig tree So this weekend, she comes clomping through the house with this baby tree someone gave her and plunks it out in the back. But I guess the tree had heard rumors about her black thumb because by the time it arrived at our back patio it was limp and growing limper.
My human figured that maybe it was just in shock and given a couple of days, it would be in good enough shape to plant in the backyard.
But as the days passed, it has just continued to go south. Yes, she watered it, and she was careful not to over-water. But I think that fig tree would rather die quickly than perish slowly under my human’s “care.”
I’m glad my human is better with cats than she is with plants.
P.S. I still do not have my nip plant replaced! I am beginning to think someone needs to be fired — either the gardener or my human, or both.
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