To not dress up your pets. I have an extensive history of dressing up my pets, beginning with my kitty Scooter Pie who was all mine and no one else's. Besides my guniea pig Comet, who I brought home from the pet store at four years old (me, not her), Scooter was the first pet who was all mine. I picked him out at the shelter - no one else. So I put him in a dress and he loved the attention. I also put him in a onesie one time, but that's harder to do with a cat. No tail hole. He took a tour of all my doll clothes while my doll was shoved into the window seat, never to be seen again.
After Scooter came Ed, and she wore even
more clothes! She didn't love it as much, but she didn't have much of a choice until she was big enough to make her displeasure known. We didn't dress her up much after that.
For some reason I never felt the need to dress Fry up. I should have - it would have been adorable! Zoso, however, has many costumes and clothing. He doesn't like it much, but he'll do just about anything (everything) for a treat.
That leaves us with Arthur and Ford. Of course I dress them up. Sometimes I even get matchy outfits for them! Ford will put up with anything. Arthur goes to his happy place and sits frozen on the floor until I take the clothes off him.
So I've compiled a list of pets in clothes photos for your viewing pleasure - since it clearly wasn't for their pleasure:
Oh... and we dressed Menush up, too.