Lucky thanks everyone for the compliments!
Kirsten...we don't really know what happened to him. He was a feral kitten and would come to our porch to be fed. He stayed there most of the time. We went out one day and he was gone. I thought he had been killed. Several days later we found him in our shrubs laying on his side flopping like a fish trying to get to food. When he saw me was so scared that he managed to get up on his feet. His back looked kind of humped and his back legs were so stiff that they didn't bend. I was crying and trying to figure out how I was going to catch him. It sounds simple with his condition but I knew how terrified he was of us and I didn't want to do something that would cause more damage to him if it was his back or neck. He managed to eat and then Hubby, my neighbor and I tried to coral him so we could throw a blanket over him. It didn't work and he managed to get under a car. He would look at us and his head would wobble and I knew we were hurting him. He was weaned but his mamma was still hanging around. He went to her stumbling and falling and she started walking down the street. He followed all stiff legged and he would fall, flop around and get up again. I was balling like a baby watching him try to get to her and she just ignored him and went on. My heart broke then. I put blankets on the porch and waited. I really never thought he would make it back to us. Several days later I found him laying in the blanket. I would sit on the porch about 3 feet from him and I would talk and tell him stories for hours a day. I would try to get a little closer each time but he would run if I didn't stay back. He loved listening to me talk. He would close his eyes and sleep until I stopped talking. I think he knew he was safe as long as I was there. We did this for months and he got better. He could walk ok but he was stiff in the back end. Peanut Butter, and Stubby had begun to trust us enough to start coming in and out of the house. When it started getting cold out I knew he would die and I still wasn't able to touch him. We propped our door open and with God's nudging hand he finally walked into the house!
The rest is more of a very long story that I will spare you. He still is a very heavy walker and kind of stiff in the back end. He jumps funny and not very high. When he is relaxing in my lap his head quivers and I just think his vision is not right. The vet told me that the symptoms I described sounded like a disease that kittens can get and it causes nuerological problems. I'm sorry but I can't remember what he called it. We will never know for sure what happened to him but this guy has overcome so much. He is a solid mass of muscle because he has to work extra hard at everything.
He is my poster kitty and an inspiration.
Sorry I rambled on for so long guys. It was a long, hard, heartwrenching summer.

Kim Lucky does look like Dallas!!