It’s not that cats don’t have any sense. They just don’t give a damn.
Well, it’s probably more that cats are solitary hunters while dogs are hierarchical pack hunters. So dogs are genetically programmed to worry about and take care of wounded packmates, while cats don’t have that instinct.
Well for one, he wipes his nose on the other dogs.
A few weeks ago, I came home from work early one afternoon, feeling extremely unwell with a skull-crushing headache and nausea to the point where I was afraid I would have to pull the car over to be sick.
I did get home okay, but once I got in the front door, I decided it would be a good idea to lie down on the living room carpet for a little while before taking off my coat and shoes, or going upstairs to bed. My cat, who usually meets me at the front door, seemed to understand that this was Not Right (whether she realized that I was sick, or was simply distressed that I had broken from our regular routine is a matter for speculation); she stayed by me, making little “mrrp!” noises (not her “feed me now, human!” yowl), sticking her furry little nose in my face to peer at me, and eventually settling down beside me until I did get up and go to bed.
Really, I think that’s about the most a cat can do in a emergency. It’s not as if she could go get the neighbors or make a phone call.
Here’s the story of Lu Lu who went out to the street to get a passing motorist to help her heart attack stricken owner. Lu Lu is, unfortunately, not a dog or cat, she’s a pot bellied pig. The dog, Bear, just sat on his ass barking at the downed woman.
Guess we know which pet got Filet Mignon that night!
Am I the only one who’s watched Miracle Pets? Dogs, pigs, a macaw, you name it.
Justin, the Noble Warrior Kitty (z"l), was smart enough to realize when you were sick or helpless and guard you from danger. I can’t see him going for help, though. Why ask for help from your inferiors? 
In defense of cats, I have a story to share. When my son was a newborn, every time he’d cry, my two cats would run to me and meow and then run to my son’s crib (or wherever he was). Whether it was because they wanted me to help him, or shut him up, I’ll never know.
This one didn’t go for help. She called 911!
Whenever my wife or I lie down, within 15 seconds we have one of our cats on top of us. Also, whenever we do deviate from our perceived routine, they (the boy especially) meow and meow and meow.
I think if we were to die, they would immediately climb on top of us, and sensing something is normal, would cry and cry and cry. That’s about the extent of it (though they know where we keep the food, so they’d probably work at getting to it before they dined on us).
IIRC when George Bush passed out from swallowing a pretzel the wrong way, when he came to his dog was just staring at him quizzically.
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