Pussy-Kat seemed to have a penchant for shoes, and the ones she'd been wearing yesterday--which appeared to be the same ones on the film--were in a box on the top row. He slipped a pen through an ankle strap and lifted it for a closer look. They were fairly new, the matte leather barely creased at the stress points. The American size ten meant nothing to him, but he could tell it was a large shoe. But then again, Pussy-Kat was a woman of generous proportions--she needed a good foundation to support all that voluptuousness.