The Empire of Catsarecute is a massive, efficient nation, ruled by Sir Leow Meader with an even hand, and notable for its parental licensing program, pith helmet sales, and smutty television. The compassionate population of 2.54 billion Catsarecuteans are fiercely patriotic and enjoy great social equality; they tend to view other, more capitalist countries as somewhat immoral and corrupt.

The large government juggles the competing demands of Education, Administration, and Healthcare. It meets to discuss matters of state in the capital city of Box Fort. The average income tax rate is 76.3%, and even higher for the wealthy.

The frighteningly efficient Catsarecutean economy, worth 286 trillion Milks a year, is led by the Book Publishing industry, with major contributions from Tourism, Information Technology, and Arms Manufacturing. State-owned companies are common. Average income is an impressive 112,903 Milks, and distributed extremely evenly, with little difference between the richest and poorest citizens.

Confused-looking pigeons slide gently off frictionless window ledges, neighboring nations are tired of Catsarecute's big fish stories, multilingual concierges man empty inner city apartment blocks, and it's illegal to be caught on tape. Crime, especially youth-related, is totally unknown, thanks to a capable police force and progressive social policies in education and welfare. Catsarecute's national animal is the Cat, which frolics freely in the nation's many lush forests, and its national religion is NONE.

Catsarecute is ranked 250,402^nd in the world and 8,853^rd in Lazarus for Most Cheerful Citizens, with 45.24 Percentage Of Water Glasses Perceived Half-Full.