One time my girlfriend called me right after I’d driven away from her house and she was frantic. “Sophie (her tiny 6 lb Siamese) is tilting her head and it’s stuck! Come back! I think she needs to go to the vet!” and it was like 11 pm.
Sure enough, Sophie’s little melon was stuck at a tilt (it seemed) and I would gently try to reposition her head but it wasn’t giving, and I was afraid to try too hard.
After about five minutes, she just righted her fuckin head like nothing was wrong. Weirdos.