The Merchant Republic of Corporate Fat Cats is a massive, safe nation, ruled by Big Cat with a fair hand, and remarkable for its keen interest in outer space, smutty television, and otherworldly petting zoo. The hard-nosed, hard-working, democratic population of 3.072 billion cats and somtimes humans but never dogs live in a state of perpetual fear, as a complete breakdown of social order has led to the rise of order through biker gangs.

The relatively small, liberal, pro-business government juggles the competing demands of Industry, Education, and Healthcare. It meets to discuss matters of state in the capital city of Box City. Citizens pay a flat income tax of 20.4%.

The frighteningly efficient Corporate Fat Catsian economy, worth 415 trillion tuna coins a year, is broadly diversified and led by the Tourism industry, with significant contributions from Information Technology, Book Publishing, and Retail. Average income is an impressive 135,299 tuna coins, but there is a significant disparity between incomes, with the richest 10% of citizens earning 471,433 per year while the poor average 28,271, a ratio of 16.7 to 1.

The song 'They Got an Awful Lot of Coffee in Corporate Fat Cats' is a smash hit, supermarket milk is a shear-thickening fluid that can stop small-caliber bullets, the subway is dead quiet in early afternoons, and it is technically inaccurate to call the dead 'worm food'. Crime is totally unknown. Corporate Fat Cats's national animal is the tuna, which is also the nation's favorite main course.

Corporate Fat Cats is ranked 233,984^th in the world and 5,202^nd in The North Pacific for Nicest Citizens, with 4 average smiles per day.