Lost your sense of wondre?

-I thought I was still recovering from a chest cough, from camping in the rain. So try to take things kindof easy while recuperating, drinking spicy teas & gardening in a scarf in September. I get out of breath sometimes anyway. So anyway.
Today was going to be an ordinary day for me, I was going to go to the bank, then go shopping for dog treats, get home & just paint. Yet for some reason I plaited my hair tightly, dressed for a long day out & ate a big breakfast.
As I was sat on the bench, pulling on my walking shoes, looking out at the gloomy city, I saw a cat on the road, he reminded me of one of the village cats who used to lead me on childhood adventures. I walked down the steps & he jumped onto the gatepost, he was so fluffy I had to smooth his fur & he rubbed his head in my hand, showing me his orange eyes,( I am constantly distracted by orange,) after a few moments in his spell, I went to walk off, he followed, in & out of gardens, behind & under parked vehicles, yet I knew he was there.
Past the churchyard, over the mainroad, I look back to see orange eyes waiting on an angel-stone, like a gaurd-gargoyle, one small smile & I carry on. I had a little extra money than expected, so forgot about the strange cat, bought myself a custard slice & sat in the churchyard to eat it. Ofcourse when an old freind comes to sit with me, I share a little custard out the middle, especially if he rubs my legs and flickers his big orange eyes at me.
-We walked a different route home, I tire of streets & roads and houses and cars, so
I was glad to find a woody path
which lead away from all the noise & smog,
not like I was in a hurry anyway,
I was glad to let this orange eyed cat
lull me under a spell
like a child, not yet lost their trust in beguiling animals
& never lost your sense of wonder.
-As I got tired, the trees grew closer together, asif to shelter the increasing breeze, a mist started to swirl in from the ground & the clouds covered the sun, I pulled my hat & scarf around, muffling my sense & adding comfort & feelings of secure & safety & then I see a nice wooden bench, with intricatly carved patterns & nice curvy arms & back, almost like my own chair at home, I sat and rubbed behind my left knee & right ankle which usually play up from my wanderings, they werent aching how they usually would, just heavy & tired & as my eyes closed I felt the bench arms hug around me & Mr Cat curled in my knees, where I had turned them onto the bench, purring warmth & I heard a soft twinkling music & wooden pipes, carrying through the leaves, where I used to hear it from the forest near my uncles farm-house, when I was small & tucked into a feather bed, with a book of local knowlore by my pillow.
I looked around, feeling asthough I had never been asleep, feeling truley rested for the first time since before camping, feeling the sun out & seeing a church above the trees. I got some bonios & a little rawhide shoe, I stayed in the shop a while looking a the fluffy, giant flop-eared rabbits with snubby noses, nothing like the little things used to see running across feilds, white tails bobbing.
When Ii got home( by the usual route past the churchyard), thinking about how to finish last nights picture, I saw orange eyes on my gatepost, he followed me up the steps, I left the door open, put the fire on & made myself a spicy tea while I microwaved some singapore fried rice, taking the prawns out for Mr Cat curled up on my sofa. My one old friend who never grew up either.