Why do dogs and cats do this–get stuck in the furniture? Then they whine or meow until someone figures out how to get them out.
My iguana once got himself stuck on the wrong side of the drop ceiling. I wasn’t home, so my sister got the job of rescuing him. To this day I don’t know how she did it–and had to give him a good bath afterwards, when he came out black instead of green. To all these ministrations he submitted peacefully, and he and Alice were friends from then on.
And then there are cats who get stuck high up a very tall tree…
[PS–As you can see, my computer is now working after being on strike for two hours.]