I was living in an apartment far away from family and friends when I had an opportunity to take a few days off. I wondered what to do about Portia, when walking by the next apartment, I see a fluffy, well-cared-for cat sitting in the window. I gathered up my courage, knocked on the door, and a middle-aged lady answered. She was happy to pop in on Portia each day and make sure she had fresh food and water. She even offered to save a piece of bulky junk mail, slip my apartment key into it, and leave it in my mailbox the day I was to arrive home.
I suppose none of that is safe, now...