Paint me like your French girls

We have got a new routine in the mornings now. 
Once we wake, Rob goes downstairs, feeds Butty a bit of weekend club and once he's licked his plate clean (Butty, not Rob. Rob doesn't like cat food being vegan), he comes upstairs meowing his little head off, jumps on the bed, makes a few biscuits then gets all comfy. Makes it even harder for me to get out of bed in the mornings. 

Thank you all for the lovely comments for Ruben and for my 'what's this all about Alfie?' predicament.