This is up there with the most blatant misdirection in the annals of suicidefoodism. Sausages-to-be (known by decent folk as pigs) are driven to acts of affectionate nuzzling over the prospect of being transformed into food. It is as though the central fact of pig life—supplanting family bonds and even the satisfaction of the simplest desires—is their incipient sausageness.
We are also treated to one of this sick philosophy's basest axioms: animals are indistinguishable from the food products exuberant processors will turn them into. Who but the dedicated suicidefoodist would illustrate the concept of sausage with illustrations of living, loving pigs?
Finally, do you have the feeling that you have seen these affectionate pigs somewhere else? You're not imagining things. Slovacek's pigsausages are based on an almost iconic image.
The last time we encountered it was on the cover of Jonathan Balcombe's Pleasurable Kingdom—a book examining the inner lives of animals. (Yes, the image was flipped horizontally somewhere along the line.)
If this coincidence doesn't leave you stupefied, you're not paying attention.