Just planted three Brooklyn italian white fig starts, in a fit of poignancy. they are now lodged in the cat-free zone, my brother’s old room, which has east and south windows and maybe someday a skylight. not a sentiment-free zone: they join the maidenhair fern, Anthony’s jade, the surviving geranium (Sophie’s gift), and the nearly cat destroyed Ithaca snake plant and the killer oxalis from Alika and Christina.