Roughly 10 years ago, my mom gave me her old Christmas cactus. I loved the thing - it was ridiculously gorgeous when it'd bloom, and smelled nice the rest of the time, looking weird.
I kept it safe inside on top of my living room shelves, never letting it get too dry, or wet, or cold. Obviously, it didn't bloom for about 9 of those years. I got fed up looking at its sad extended cactussy branches and banished it to the balcony outside with the rest of the plants in containers. Since early spring, it's withstood scorching 36-degree heat, furious high-rise balcony winds, peri-freezing temps, and torential rain.
I brought it back inside two weeks ago. Check it out.