I had a female calico when I was a boy. Early on, we taught her not to claw the furniture by putting her out of doors whenever she did it, which worked. She quit right away, and we never had any more problem.
Some years later, we went on an extended vacation, so we left her with my grandparents. They lived in a mobile home park and kept her indoors the whole time for fear she’d be disoriented and run off. About the third day of this confinement, the cat walked into the living room where they were sitting, walked right up to the corner of the sofa, pawed (not clawed) at it with both paws, then trotted right over to the front door, and meowed to be given her due “punishment.”
LOL!
Smart cat! Sounds like she was homesick!