The Cats of Queen Beruthiel is a gargantuan, efficient nation, notable for its closed borders, fear of technology, and lack of airports. The hard-nosed, hard-working, cynical, humorless, devout population of 15.175 billion Black Numenorean Cats are kept under strict control by the oppressive government, which measures its success by the nation's GDP and refers to individual citizens as "human resources."

The enormous, corrupt, moralistic, well-organized government juggles the competing demands of Defense, Law & Order, and Industry. It meets to discuss matters of state in the capital city of Minas Tirith. The average income tax rate is 71.5%.

The very strong feline economy, worth 782 trillion tales a year, is driven almost entirely by government activity. The industrial sector is mostly comprised of enterprising ten-year-olds selling lemonade on the sidewalk, although the government is looking at stamping this out. Average income is 51,574 tales, and evenly distributed, with the richest citizens earning only 3.3 times as much as the poorest.

Aeroplanes have been converted into housing units after all air travel was outlawed, birds and children's kites are regularly brought down by anti-aircraft fire, strange looking men with big red noses are found hiding behind bushes and inside dustbins, and televangelists flaunt their expensive cars when they attend charity events. Crime, especially youth-related, is totally unknown, thanks to the all-pervasive police force and progressive social policies in education and welfare. Queen Beruthiel's national animal is the cat, which frolics freely in the nation's many lush forests, and its national religion is something about Sauron I'm afraid.

Queen Beruthiel is ranked 178,845^th in the world and 2^nd in Kittens Sanctuary for Largest Cheese Export Sector, scoring -4.73 on the Mozzarella Productivity Index.