T&R of the week

Like so much Lovecraftian fan fiction tentacles seem to haunt me everywhere I turn.   I am speaking of this-

~four inches tall, a vigintillion years old, googly eyed, tentacle clad, and tiny winged~

A seemingly cute Cthulhu which my mother for some odd reason was compelled (not by me I assure you) to create one afternoon. Maybe Lovecraft was right when he wrote about the Cthulu Cult and the strange call of its godmonster.  Is this the call of Cthulhu?