Defeating Tom's little games

It has been a while since the last news of Tom, the common tabby but a noble cat.  Getting rid of weeds has taken so much time.  The last week Tom has not been as noble as before.  He had been very cooperative, speaking when he wanted something and sitting by the door when he wanted out.
For about a week now he has reverted to psychological games.  Before this Tom, I didn't know
many games cats play.  This one likes to challenge me to stay in when it is his time to go out in the evening -- just about dark.  He had been lying in one of his favorite spots in the house.  I would tell him it was time to go out and play, enjoy the fresh evening air, etc.  He most often got up and went to the kitchen to have another go at his dinner to finish it.  That is, until he caught me off guard and fled out of sight.  Then a time or two, I found him either upstairs or in another of his reclining spots.  I spoke kindly, took him by the forepaws, and walked him on his hindlegs to the door, opened it, and usually he went right out. 
But last night while I watched an old not seen Steve McQueen move, Bullitt, on TV, Tom hid under the king sized bed, too wide and low for me to reach him.  I didn't want to go through the chase and return, so I closed the doors to the room but left it loose enough for his paw to open it.  At my bedtime I heard no sounds of protest, so I went to sleep in another room. 
Something touched my fingertip.  I jerked it away, but then again a wet lick to the fingertip.  I realized it was Tom intending to wake me.  I spoke.  He marched to his feed dish.  I let him finish up the cat meat and then marched him to the door on two legs.  That was pretty clever of me, because he can't then double up his hind parts to kick and scratch, but has to step and slide along, until I get him to and through the door.  Afterward, I looked at the clock.  It was 12:15 am.  Went back to sleep until 9:oo this morning.  It felt great.