Cats, being naturally inquisitive, sometimes get themselves in uncomfortable situations.
One of the ferals I feed got into the back "shop" part of the house last evening while I was offloading some tools. I didn't know it until much later when I heard something crash, went back to investigate, heard a scuffling (which I assumed to be a racoon), then saw a pair of frightened orange eyes looking at me from somewhere I couldn't possibly reach...a ridiculous space between two roof slopes a previous "renovation" had left.
I recognized it as one of my familiars, tried to get it out for hours, finally gave up and went to bed. Took the day off, spent most of today trying to get it calm enough to leave under its own power, finally managed to get it gone at about 5:00 PM.
It seems to be fine, as it was up on the front porch eating just a few minutes ago. Happy ending.