Yep. :)

I marveled at her gentleness the fall we brought her home
from the shelter. She was squirmy and strong as a monkey,
and you could not hold her if she wanted to get away--but
she never, ever put her claws out when being handled.

Just this cheerful, chirpy, tentative, polite little cat, despite
four months in the shelter, and whatever else had happened
to her before they found her 6 months old and pregnant in a
trailer park.

I moved the bed in the guest room to clean underneath
the next spring and found a tripartate 3' X 6' foam board
that had been part of a presentation had been methodically
chewed and shredded, hunks of it everywhere, like a giant
mouse had been at it!

It seems Gracie would slink away and take out her frustrations
there! I left it there as a gesture of love. Whatever gets you
through he night, you know? :D