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All of mine have purty blue eyes and are seal point.

That one looks like maybe a blue point? Pretty. I'd love to have a blue point someday...though that would be breaking my two cat rule again. Seriously, I think full Siamese probably do best in pairs - they want to play alllll the time, and he just wears Halvah out! Last night he was doing his usual teasing to try to get her to play, and she finally went off on him and smacked him and hissed. Serves him right, I guess, but he just wants to play, poor guy! Permanant kitten-hood...that's Siamese personality.

The main problems I have with removing claws are that a) it's their main form of defense, and b) though most people don't realize it, it's major surgery - they actually remove the first joint of each toe. Amputation - ouch! Lot of potential for infection and who knows what else. Makes me sick just thinking about it. I suppose I'm overreacting, but...eeeeh.

I believe you're right that that one is a blue point (the page it's from is titled "Blue Purr-suasion") :) That's not an actual picture of my cat, though--I have a picture but unfortunately I don't think your browser is able to view it if I scan it in. I believe my cat was seal-point--he looked sorta like this but cuter, with a rounder face and not quite as droopy as this cat:

He used to have a playmate at first, but it was another species of cat and tended to dominate him. He was very gentle and not inclined to fight and seemed to feel more relaxed when he was the only cat. Plus I think he liked being the only center of attention :)

I think the cats would contend that you're not overreacting on the claws :) They don't like having them removed at all. But if you leave 'em in you do gotta watch 'em! One of our cats growing up was feisty and could easily go from play to wanting-to-be-left-alone aggressive. My brother played rough with him, which he usually liked but sometimes if you caught him in the wrong mood he was unpredictable. One time my brother picked him up and all of a sudden he hauled off and whacked my brother with his paw so loud you could hear a "smack" across the room. Fortunately he was declawed--if he hadn't been, ouch!