Cool Disgust

This paragraph from Matthew Desmond's "Evicted" lingers in my mind:

One day, a friend gave Arleen a cat: a half-black, half-white thing. After Sherrena said they could keep it, Jori named him Little and began feeding him table scraps. Jori laughed when Little would spring at a loose shoelace or gulp down a ramen noodle. Jafaris would pick him up and press his nose against his ear. Both boys especially loved it when Little caught a mouse. He would drag the thing to the middle of the room and smack it around. The mouse would take different routes, trying to figure out what Little wanted. Bat! Bat! The mouse would tumble and roll with every swat. At some point, the pathetic creature would burrow under Little's arm, hiding. Little would let the mouse rest and warm itself. Then he might reach down and grab the creature with his mouth and throw it into the air and, enjoying the effect, do it again and again. Eventually the mouse would just lie there motionless, and Little would look at with with cool disgust, wondering why the creature didn't get back up.

This passage captures the story of eviction in modern America. 

A free cat, neither fully white or black. 

He is little, thus his name. 

The children's delight in his antics. 

The fact that they feed him ramen noodles. 

The fact that the entire scene--the killing of the mouse--was witnessed more than once. 

The cool disgust of the cat. 

Don't we all have an attitude of cool disgust when we go about our business and fail to see or understand the damage we inflict on others?