The Puggers Made Me Do It

It seems that there is a new and more considerate ghost than the last one I reported (see what the? for a refresher).

Coming down the stairs yesterday I heard the distinct sound of the toilet flushing. I go into the downstairs bathroom to find, indeed, the toilet is finishing its downward spiral. Now how, pray tell, does this happen when the only living things present are: myself, a small cat, a parakeet, and a pug?

Either this is an improved version of the old cheese-cutter, or this house came fully loaded with ghosts ready to make their presence known through bodily functions. At least this one was kind enough to flush.