Delaying tactics

I always enjoy exploring outside, especially when the weather is warm. However, I like to be the one who decides when I go out. My servants seem to make me go outside just when I'm having a nice lazy time dozing comfortably in my bed. It's most unfair.

I've got a decent repertoire of delaying tactics whenever the front door to the flat shuts behind me:

1. sit at the top of the stairs in the main hallway preening myself
2. sniff at every little thing on the hallway carpet
3. catch any moth that may be lurking in the hall
4. poke my head between the banister railings to see what, if anything, is happening on the floor below
5. flop down on the carpet (doesn't usually work, that one, as they pick me up and carry me out)
6. go down the stairs very slowly, stopping at every opportunity

Sometimes I employ all six tactics. It's fun to see how long I can string out a journey down two flights of stairs.