Annals of Bad Housekeeping: Bathroom Edition

1st Folio: Dear Husband and I adopted a cat from the humane society a month ago (introductory post with photos coming soon!). She spent most of her first week hiding in our semi-finished basement, either behind some boxes or up in the rafters. One of the first clues that she had ventured to the first floor of the house was these dirty paw prints on the 1/2-bath sink, presumably leading to the fragrant bar of lavender soap. I thought our furry friends were supposed to leave paw prints on our hearts, not our porcelain fixtures.

2nd Folio: The upstairs bathtub faucet has dripped since we moved in two years ago. We immediately asked the landlord to send a plumber, who pronounced the situation hopeless, since the pipes are encased in the wall. About a month ago I decided to try to measure how much water was coming out of the faucet: about 2 gallons per day! I have tried to capture the water and re-use it around the house: in the Brita filter, for washing produce, and especially for watering the plants. Unfortunately, the aloe plant took offense to suddenly living in a tropical jungle rather than in an arid desert of benign neglect and promptly rotted at the stem.