The Empire of Catsarecute is a massive, cultured nation, ruled by Sir Leow Meader with an even hand, and notable for its keen interest in outer space, smutty television, and ubiquitous missile silos. The compassionate population of 2.432 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, Healthcare, and Administration. It meets to discuss matters of state in the capital city of Box Fort. The average income tax rate is 74.1%, and even higher for the wealthy.

The frighteningly efficient Catsarecutean economy, worth 270 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 111,270 Milks, and distributed extremely evenly, with little difference between the richest and poorest citizens.

The media seems excessively interested in what Sir Leow Meader is wearing this season, gift baskets often contain working nukes, Sir Leow Meader's online image is the very model of a modern major leader, and jail house rock has been replaced with jail house golden oldies. 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 45,137^th in the world and 2,535^th in Lazarus for Most Cultured, scoring 73 on the Snufflebottom-Wiggendum Pentatonic Scale.