MAMA AND THE CATS

My cats are driving my mother to distraction. She is just short of wanting them dead. All 4 of the inside cats are used to being held and treated kindly. They wrap themselves around my ankles, curl up on the couch with me, sleep on the foot of my bed, tell me when they are hungry or thirsty, purr whenever I pick them up, love me unconditionally.
They want to love my mother unconditionally. She doesn't want them to love her at all. She doesn't want them to even look at her.
Two of the cats are almost the same color but far from being the same size. Macy is the largest cat and Abby the smallest. Anytime Mama sees either one she asks which one it is and wants to know their names. This happens many times throughout the day and night. Mama calls Macy a fox.
During the night I often hear Mama telling the cats to "get out of here", "go away", I can see her throwing her arms and flapping the quilt all over the bed. The cats will be unfazed. Mama will call for me to come get the fox out of her bed.
Tonight I put Mama to bed, got her all settled, with no cats on the bed. Later I went to check on her and saw something move on the table beside her bed. Looking closer, I saw it was Macy. Quietly, I went to the table and reached for her. She jumped to the headboard of Mama's bed, tiptoed to the other side of the bed, just beyond my reach. I rushed to the other side to grab her but she turned and ran right over Mama's head. Back to the other side I go but Macy bounds onto the bed, touches down on Mama's back, and jumps to the floor. This time I manage to head her toward the door.
Mama has slept through the whole thing. Macy has gone back upstairs. Now I'm wide awake.