Oh, no! I've been spending so much time babbling about how great Pointy is that I haven't bothered to see how he's actually doing.
The thing is, Pointy is not so great right now. I mean, he's still great in my book, but he's also a little dehydrated and beginning to be root bound.
This is sad. I was so taken with his compact size and unassuming nature, so busy celebrating his fabulousness by making buttons and T-shirts and what not, that I never stopped to think he might be getting cramped in his cute little terra cotta pot.
Much as I like him small, I'm stunting him, dragging him down. He's not a bonsai kitten or an imperial-era Chinese woman's foot. He's my buddy. He's given me nothing but joy, and now it's time I helped him thrive.
So I've given him some water, and tomorrow I'm going to buy a bag of soil and ask the office horticulturalist for some replanting advice. Forgive me, sweet Pointy. I didn't mean to let you down.