Blues-playing justification

Recently, while cat-sitting, I passed three witch cats.  One of them started playing a harmonica.  A second witch cat sang, "Ba, ba-ba-bump."  A third witch cat joined in, singing, "Ba, ba-ba-ba-bump."

Then, unexpectedly, the music stopped.

One witch cat asked the others, "We have the power to shape reality to our liking.  Isn't it disingenuous of us to sing and play the blues?"

"Yes, we can bend reality to suit us in some ways," another witch cat countered.  "Still, we're not immune from all of life's setbacks.  I stubbed my paw yesterday, for instance."

"There is a song in that," the third witch cat chimed in.

With that, the three of them improvised a new tune, "Stubbed Paw Blues (Playing Through The Pain)."

One rarely sees such an impressive display of self-actualization from witch cats.